Anonymous - Lustful Memoirs

Still their desires for the voluptuous girl were not quenched, although their pricks were for the time being incapable of standing. She exerted all her fascination to arouse them, kissing their bodies, sucking their pricks, toying with their balls, and giving up every portion of her body to them, making them kiss and suck her breasts, her rosy nipples, her still nervously throbbing cunt. Lying on her back, she showed them all the graceful curves her undulating form and beauteous limbs could offer, while they enacted with her all the voluptuous dalliance that so exquisite a figure could incite them to. Presently she leapt up and cried, “If you cannot fuck my cunt again, if a naked woman will not excite you sufficiently, show me what you can do together. Come, sir,” said she, addressing Sir Clifford, “place yourself like a woman and see what your page can do for you; and if he cannot do more for you than for me, I will flog him till he cannot stand.”

Sir Clifford extended himself on his belly and made William mount up behind. Annie guided William's prick into his master's anus, holding the lower part of it while she administered such a birching to both cheeks of his bottom as soon caused it to stand as stiff as ever. She watched it gradually make its way within the narrow aperture between the cheeks of the baronet's bottom until it was buried to the root. They then went through that sport for which Sir Clifford had so keen a relish, affording to Annie the most intense delight. As the baronet tossed and writhed on the bed, she secured his prick and, squeezing it as hard as she could, she chafed it from root to point with almost demoniac energy until he spent with a scream of mingled pain and pleasure and at the same moment received the spunk of his page in the innermost recesses of his arse. After this bout he dismissed Annie with a handsome present and arranged a future meeting which the delighted girl promised to attend.

The narrator is a young lady of ardent temperament, who is in the habit of tasting all the delights of voluptuousness in the arms of an amorous Colonel, of whom she has become enamoured. Afterwards as her desires increase, he introduces his page and with him they join in the most lascivious orgies. One day in the Colonel's absence this page relates to her his history, which she recounts as follows.

Charlie was in his fourteenth year and the son of a gentleman of good position, when the bank in which his father's money was deposited failed. That gentleman was so affected by his loss that he committed suicide, leaving Charlie and his mother destitute. The Colonel was then quartered in their town and had been paying much attention to Charlie's mother, but, or so Charlie thought, without success up to the period of her widowhood; at least his mother subsequently assured him so. The Colonel now instantly came forward and most liberally placed his purse at their disposal. Of course this ended in the mother's coming covertly under his protection, and Charlie was sent to college until he was fifteen, when he was brought back to reside with his mother so as to blind the world to her connection with the Colonel. Charlie during his absence had learnt the secret of the connection between the sexes, and he very soon discovered the relationship existing between his mother and the Colonel. He managed to find an opportunity to observe them from a hidden recess and gloat on the amorous enjoyment in which they were indulging, envying the Colonel the possession of his mother's ripe and luscious charms, for she was a magnificent woman of a warm and erotic constitution and in the prime of life, thirty-four years of age.

About three months after his return, as he was approaching his sixteenth year, the constant witnessing of the love combats between them had wonderfully developed his virile member and from his hidden post of observation, he used to frig himself, longing all the time to be buried in the beautiful body of his mother. Doing this to excess one day, he became exhausted and fell asleep, his hand still clasping his prick, which was covered with his spendings.

When the Colonel had left and the mother had finished her ablutions and was drying herself in a state of perfect nudity, she was startled to hear a snore close by her. She approached the recess, opened it, and saw her son with his very respectable prick in his hand. Sleep had reinvigorated it and it was standing stiffly. “Good Heavens!” cried his mother at the sight. Her exclamation woke her son, who, to his astonishment and delight, saw his mother standing before him in all the glory of her charms. She herself seemed to have forgotten the state in which she was, in her surprise at finding her son in such a condition. In his excitement he sprang to his feet and threw his arms wildly about her naked body. She staggered back under his unexpected attack. A sofa behind her tripped her up and she fell back on it, her son falling on her. All her movements to escape only made it more easy for the standing prick, already pressing hard against her frightened cunt, to engulf itself up to the hilt; and the youth, mad with lust and the determination to fuck his mother, began working away within her with all his might. He told me that he thought his mother quickly got erotically excited by his movements, because her efforts to escape and her entreaties for him to desist grew feebler and feebler; and although she did not respond to his forward thrusts, still when he spent and continued to give convulsive heaves forward he felt her upward pressures close on his prick.

When he had finished, he found that she was weeping bitterly. He strove to comfort her but she now easily pushed him away and then, throwing herself on her belly, sobbed as if her heart would break. He knelt by her side and endeavoured to console her, but she sobbed on. In his attempt to soothe her he could not help casting his eye on the magnificent bottom, which was fully exposed to him as she lay on her belly. The sight of these glorious globes, for she was particularly well developed in those parts, combined with the incestuous thought that it was really his mother, instantly reawakened his lust and his cock became as stiff as ever. Her right leg was drawn up so that, on shifting his head towards the bottom of the sofa, the whole of the fat and pouting lips of her cunt, all foaming with his own young sperm still oozing out, lay exposed to his gaze and madly roused his lust. Without making any noise he slipped off his trousers and, suddenly flinging himself on his knees between her open legs, he rapidly engulfed his stiff-standing prick in the delicious cunt, all moist and ready to receive.

At this suddenly renewed attack his mother attempted to rise. But he grasped the sofa on each side with his hands and held her tight while he worked away most vigorously. His mother, who had only aided him by her attempt to escape, entreated him to leave her, but he still persisted and she soon became so much excited by the vigorous operations of his prick within her that her passions mastered her. First submitting patiently to his attack, she ended by most actively seconding him with the agile movement of her loins and bottom and died away ecstatically with him in the delicious Crisis.

After this it was useless remonstrating with him. She turned round when he arose and warmly embraced him, saying what a dreadful son he was to commit incest with his own mother and telling him that he must take care never to betray so dreadful a secret. He promised and also added that he would never divulge his knowledge of her intimacy with the Colonel, even to that gentleman himself. He then said, “Oh, Mamma, if you only knew how delicious it was to witness you together, how I longed to be a partaker in such charms, how beautifully you fuck, Mamma. And what a fine prick the Colonel has. How often have I envied him when you were sucking it, Mamma, darling! Will mine ever be as big? Just feel it, Mamma, and do tell me.” She took it in her hand and softly pressed it. It was only half stiff but instantly became erect. But maidenly modesty overcomes, me here, and I must let Charlie tell you his story in his own words.